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Chapter 218 AVICII: Mom, I'm going to Florida
The Spanish island of Ibiza is located on the east side of the Iberian Peninsula, in the Mediterranean Sea and has a pleasant climate. In Greek mythology, this was the dance place for the gods built on the orders of Zeus.

I don’t know if it was influenced by mythology, but the history and development of this place revolve around the two key words “carnival” and “enjoyment”.

In the late 60s, a large number of hippies gathered here to party all night and applaud love. Since then, naked swimming in Ibiza has become a normal phenomenon.

Today, it has become the world's most famous nightclub destination. The island is home to more than hundreds of nightclubs, bars, and resorts of all sizes. It is known as the "Party Capital of the World". It is the birthplace of nightclub culture, a paradise for young people in Europe, and a paradise of pleasure full of desire and luxury.

As the phone rang, Darenhus woke up from his sleep, feeling a splitting headache. He immediately realized that there was something wrong with the LSD delivered yesterday. Normal goods would not have such serious sequelae.

He opened his eyes with difficulty and then took out a cell phone from under a woman.

The time displayed on the cell phone was already six in the evening, which was still a bit early for Darren Hughes as he usually woke up around seven in the evening.

The screen of the mobile phone was stained with some unidentified liquid, which had dried up, leaving a gray mark. Darren rubbed the screen against the thigh of another girl next to him before answering the call.

The caller was the owner of Amnesia, another well-known club in Ibiza.

"Ryan has announced a new news, the Bad Room Carnival will be held in the summer, in June."

Darren took a cigarette from the cigarette box in the drawer and walked to the huge drop-down window. He could see the coast outside the window and a group of naked men and women playing on the beach.

"At least he hasn't opened a branch in Ibiza yet," Darren sneered.

"Maybe this year, maybe next year, there will always be a day when he comes here for the International Music Summit. Do you want to see all your investment go down the drain? Let's take some action."

"What to do? Plant bombs in bad rooms? Unless you can follow my previous suggestion and set up a banned performance list, forcing those DJs to choose between two, this time we must unite, stop competing with each other, and face new enemies together." Darren said. He is the head of the Spanish Pacha Group and the owner of the Pacha Club on Ibiza, which was founded by his father and he grew up in nightclubs.

"I have no objection, but other nightclub owners may not. Anyway, you have to gather these people together and hold a meeting." said the amnesiac boss.

"Tonight." Darren hung up the phone.

Turning around, I saw four or five girls lying on the bed. One of them had her head sticking out of the bed with her hair hanging down, and there was a pool of vomit on the floor.

Darren walked over, pulled a pillow from under a woman and threw it at the men.

“The party is over!”

Seeing that several people had not fully woken up yet, Darren simply picked up a bottle of wine and poured it on these women.

There were screams throughout the room, but the vomiting woman didn't move.

Darren grabbed the woman's hair and saw that her eyes were completely dull and her skin was deathly pale.

I sniffed and found that he was dead.

"Low quality LSD." Darren cursed inwardly, picked up the woman and threw her to the ground.

Then a phone call was made: "I have some garbage that needs to be thrown away."

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"That bastard Afrojack! He didn't treat Spinney Records like this in the beginning. He even said he would always stand by Spinney Records!" A complaint came from the other end of the phone. It was the Spinney A&R manager who sneaked into Ryan's house.

"Forget it. I'm not really interested in him. But R3HAB and heartwell, he's called hardwell now. Anyway, I get along well with these two guys, so I think I should help if I can." Ryan said.

"They are Spinney's rising stars. Why not let them stay at Spinney? You should cooperate with them. You can arrange them any way you want. We can discuss the profits and so on." Spinney's A&R manager took a step back.

"You know, the bad room and the bedroom are one and the same," Ryan reminded.

“I know how the sound studio works, but not every DJ who plays in a bad room is from a bedroom.”

"You're right, but those guys are already famous, and these two are nobody. No one will give them a chance except the bad room."

"Okay, you know the price." The A&R manager continued, "Also, I have to remind you, Ryan, you're going to make everyone nervous."

"You're right. In the future, we will focus on actively discovering new people." Ryan also stated bluntly.

"When you get to Europe, we'll have a good reunion."

Ryan then called Joel.

"Hi, Ryan, why did you remember to call me? Are you going to purchase a batch of new equipment?" Joel's voice on the other end of the phone didn't sound changed at all, just like when Ryan first met him.

"Nothing, just calling to say hello." Ryan said. "There must be something going on. When you're bored, you'll just call a girl." Joel laughed. He is currently the hardware supervisor of the broken room.

"Well, actually, I've noticed some new people recently, and I want you to try to contact them for me. These are all good talents. You should have time, right?" Ryan said.

The so-called "attention" is actually a gift from the sense of sight. After much thought, Ryan felt that Joel was the most suitable person to do this.

"No problem. I'll take care of this. Just give me their names and I'll help you find them." Joel agreed immediately.

"You know newcomers may be targeted by many people at the same time."

"It's a secret, right? My mouth is tightly shut now. I'll do it myself."

Afterwards, Ryan called Di Pineapple again.

"Ryan, I was just about to call you. We are seriously short of staff now, especially resident DJs." Di Boli is now in charge of performance arrangements and he is the performance director.

"Then start open recruitment and call in the dead rats." Ryan said. He didn't need to get involved in this kind of thing and could just leave it to his subordinates.

While they were talking, Ryan saw Daddario walk out of the room, fully dressed, and she waved at him as a goodbye.

In addition to looking at houses, she also has to prepare for the follow-up filming of "Bankrupt Jimei". Only the pilot episode has been filmed before. As the premiere approaches, the filming will continue.

Ryan, including Lydia, Don, Paris and others, also had to guest-star in this series one after another.

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stockholm.

Tim Bergling is wearing headphones, his eyes fixed on the computer screen, his left hand moving quickly. He looks a little unkempt and looks like a low-profile version of Leo.

The door was suddenly pushed open, and Tim's actress mother walked in and then quickly stepped back.

Tim cursed and quickly pulled up his pants.

"You can't do this. You are already 20 years old. You have to go out to work instead of hiding behind the computer screen all day. Even... find a real girlfriend?" Tim's mother said worriedly.

"I'm working, this is my job." Tim showed the electronic music software on the screen. Next to the computer, there were some electronic music equipment.

But the next second, as if deliberately against Tim, a purchase and disable prompt popped up on the computer music software.

Tim is still using pirated copies.

Tim had no choice but to open his myspace, and the ID column was written as "avicii". His own name had been registered by someone else, so he had to use this name as his ID.

"Oh, you already have 89 followers, that's amazing," teased my mother.

"It will grow soon." Tim said guiltily.

"Either you go out and find a proper job, like helping out in your dad's office supply store, or you move out of the house with your electronic girlfriend and all this junk!" the mother issued an ultimatum.

"You can't chase me away!"

"Of course you can. You are already twenty years old."

The arguing mother and son did not notice that a private chat pop-up window appeared on the MySpace page.

"Okay, I'm willing to go out and find a job." Tim couldn't persuade his mother, so he nodded in the end.

Yu Guangzhong saw the private chat, and the line of small words following the other party's name immediately attracted his attention.

"Orlando, Bad Room, Hardware Supervisor"

Bad room supervisor?

Tim's eyes widened, and after seeing the message from the other party, he stood up excitedly.

"Mom, I'm going to Florida!" Tim turned his head and said in disbelief.

(End of this chapter)